Chapter 173: Fame

As expected, the fist covered with thirteen circles of light landed on the golden-horned giant hammer that resisted with all its might.

I only heard a loud "pop" sound, and then, the entire golden horn was turned into countless splinters with a glittering luster by this blow, splashing around the two of them.

Then, one of the two golden spirit battle qi turned into a vortex and disappeared as if it had been drawn into the alien dimension by some kind of force.

And on the ground, which was originally only dirt and weeds and grass roots, a huge longhorn cow with two people tall suddenly appeared, twitching on its back to the sky.

Its skull has an extremely hideous huge hole, and golden blood is constantly flowing out!

"That's pretty much it. ”

Zhan Feihong slowly withdrew the punch he had punched, and he turned his wrist thoughtfully, a look of satisfaction on his face.

The showman's signature continuous shooting mastery - thirteen dozen broken vines has finally been condensed by him into a new combat skill that can exert all its power with just one style!

In fact, the idea had already taken shape in his mind.

After all, the Zhan family is only a third-rate family, and although the destructive power of this broken vine thirteen dozen is extraordinary, in terms of agility, it is not ranked among the third-rate moves.

Moreover, the limitations of this trick are also very large.

And the realm of the young man has already surpassed the limit of the third-rate and is only the level of spiritual cultivation, and now, he is about to reach the top of the second-rate sect.

Therefore, he had to improve this mastery passed down from his own hands to his own hands.

In fact, this so-called thirteen dozen broken vines is just the thirteen most powerful moves in the Qianjun fist path, which are continuously performed from beginning to end.

As long as you can beat these thirteen different punches at the same time, it is tantamount to beating these thirteen broken vines and making one move!

Of course, this is easy to say, but it is even more difficult to do.

After all, whether it is the requirement for speed or the deviation of the aura in the spiritual vein, there is an extremely strict threshold limit.

If it rests on the body of other cultivators, it is the most extremely talented disciple among the six sects of the main sect, and it will take more than ten years of cultivation and study to be able to barely reach the level of seven, seven, eight, and eight.

But it was such a difficult combat skill to cultivate, and the young man only tried it three times, and then he successfully displayed it!

If you can slow down the time by more than ten times, you can see that when Zhan Feihong condenses the thirteen apertures, his entire arm is constantly changing positions at an extremely terrifying speed, and the deviation between the positions is only half a knuckle wide.

But with the distance of this half knuckle, the young man simply evolved his fist path into the essence of those thirteen moves!

The thirteen circles of light that looped around the arm and eventually rose above the fist were due to the rapid movement of the aura, coupled with the rapid oscillation of the arm, which caused the aura circulating in the outer body to have an amazing friction with the air, and finally became a phantom existence.

It just so happened that this strange scene directly expressed the power contained in the boy's punch, so that he could judge whether he had succeeded or not.

Stepping in front of the huge corpse of the Heavenly Bull, Zhan Feihong swept every part of the beast with his dragon pupils, and finally landed his eyes on the belly covered with countless horizontal stripes, and without saying a word, he inserted his hand into it.

A moment later, golden blood spurted everywhere, and in the withdrawn palm, there was a small golden round ball.

"The Neidan of the Crescent Beast, I don't know what it feels like?"

Zhan Feihong pinched his shirt and wiped off the golden blood stains attached to the inner pill at will, and turned his gaze to the old treasure appreciating demon cultivator who fell to the side.

I saw that this cultivator, who had looked down on him not long ago, had his entire right arm in tatters, blood was constantly seeping into the soil, ninety percent of his eyes were whites, and his breathing was extremely weak.

The young man couldn't help but shake his head, raised his hand and put the Nanedan into his waist bag, leaving it for the five-star growth cultivation.

"Are there any people who want to come out to fight? If not, just wait for noon tomorrow!" The loud shout once again floated through the thousands of feet of this barren forest, and he grabbed the dying demon cultivator and threw the person into a huge hole.

This sentence echoed several times in a row, but there was still no spiritual wave flowing from the surroundings.

Zhan Feihong couldn't help sighing, he wanted to leave immediately, but suddenly remembered something, jumped into the pit, and next to the demon cultivator and the hunter who was already dead, he drew five big characters with his fingers sticking to the blood:

Whoever offends me, kill him!

When it was all done, he clapped his hands and turned the earth immortal back into a sigil and disappeared.

After a cup of tea, a seemingly petite black shadow came to the edge of the huge pit like lightning, and at a glance saw the five blood characters at the bottom of the huge pit, and his eyes couldn't help but flow with a strange brilliance.

"This Zhan Feihong—"

An extremely seductive smile stained this completely disproportionate pure and beautiful face, and a slightly mischievous tone slowly confided in his throat: "It's really interesting." ”

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A few days later, an underground treasure hunter in Tanglin City was at the head.

It is arguably the best place for treasure hunters to exchange information and work together, with nearly 100 treasure hunters stopping here every day to find out the news.

At this time, there was a table surrounded by more than a dozen treasure hunters, discussing with each other what they had heard.

"Have you heard of it, there has been a spiritual cultivator on the anti-evil list recently, but there has been a lot of uproar!" a casual cultivator sitting in the center of the table asked with relish.

"I know, I know, you're talking about the ninety-ninth spiritual cultivator on the anti-evil list, right? This matter has already spread all over our circle of treasure hunters, and the ghost doesn't know!" said another taller cultivator, taking it for granted.

"Then tell me, what did he do?" the head of the Sanxiu was interrupted by this person, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked rhetorically.

"Just say it!" the big man touched his nose and turned his head to explain to the others: "As far as I know, this ninety-ninth spiritual cultivator can be described as extremely arrogant, not only has he recently openly revealed his location, but he also deliberately waits in place for a little time at three o'clock in the afternoon every day, and he simply doesn't take us treasure hunters seriously!"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the other spirit demon cultivators around the surrounding area suddenly changed greatly, some were full of disdain, some had upside down eyebrows, angry, and some had slightly pursed the corners of their mouths, looking like they were waiting to listen to a good show.

"And how's that kid doing now?" asked a voice in the crowd.

This question was only asked so that the big man Sanxiu's face froze, and he paused for two breaths before slowly answering: "I don't know, maybe I have died in the hands of a treasure appreciator。。。。。。 ”

"Fart. ”

The cultivator who was the first to speak finally seized the opportunity to refute it, and hurriedly reprimanded: "If you don't know, don't talk nonsense! That ninety-ninth spiritual cultivator is still alive and well, why do you say that he is dead?"

The big man Sanxiu's face turned red with anger, and he squirted back: "You said that he didn't die, what did you rely on?!"

"I saw it with my own eyes yesterday!" said the treasure hunter triumphantly.

"You've seen it?"

Without waiting for the big man to reply, the other casual cultivators suddenly became interested, and proposed first: "Then you can tell everyone about it!"

"Okay, I'm not like a certain person who dares to come out and be embarrassed when he has no goods in his stomach!" the treasure hunter chuckled lightly and said excitedly, "You don't know, I followed this ninety-nine spiritual cultivator for three days!"

"Then why don't you make a move?" he said before someone interjected.

Hearing this, the treasure hunter's eyebrows were covered with a layer of fear, and he replied stupidly: "It's not that I don't want to make a move, it's that I don't dare to make a move。。。。。。 ”

"Cowardice. The big man snorted coldly beside him.

"I'm cowardly?" said the treasure hunter with a deep smile and a gloomy face, "I admit that I am cowardly." But do you know what happened to those who didn't cowardice?"

"You mean—" There was a moment of silence, and an exclamation of surprise came from the crowd.

The treasure hunter nodded silently and replied slowly, "I have been following him for the past three days, and none of the scattered cultivators who have attacked that person have managed to survive. If you roughly count the number, there are nearly thirty lives that died in his hands!"

Everyone gasped almost at the same time, and there was a slight horror in their eyes. Only the big man was still full of unconvinced virtue, and he pouted his head and said, "These thirty loose cultivators are too wasteful, and they can't even deal with a spiritual cultivator who ranks ninety-nine, it's really a shame for us treasure hunters!"

"You say they're waste?" the treasure hunter frowned, and then said, "Let me ask you, Chen Qingfeng, have you ever heard of it?"

"Are you talking about the eight-step soul chasing Chen Qingfeng?"

The big man was stunned for a moment, nodded and replied, "Naturally, I have heard that he is a little famous in our treasure appreciation circle." ”

"Lu Tiangang, do you recognize it or not?"

"This is more familiar, Golden Horn Hammer Lu Tiangang, that is a great master of ten patterns, who doesn't know, who doesn't know?"

"That Mo Long, Mo Hu two brothers。。。。。。 ”

The treasure hunter said eight names in a row, and the other party patted his chest and said his identity.

"I can't help but look down on me too much, and these people you are talking about are not rare characters, so why ask again and again?" The big man Mo replied for a long time, and finally noticed that something was wrong, and asked suspiciously.

The treasure hunter smiled coldly, looked at the crowd around him who were waiting for him, and said, "Since you know everything, don't say that I use some unknown people to fool you! To tell you the truth, these eight loose cultivators I mentioned are among the group of wastes in your mouth!"

You know, the eight names he mentioned are not only known to this big man's spiritual cultivator, but the rest of the audience has also heard of them for a long time, and now how can they not be shocked when they hear that these scattered cultivators who have words and numbers in the treasure appreciation circle have all become the souls of the ninety-nine spiritual cultivators?